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As a second gen Indian in the UK, so much of my family’s dishes are based on sauces with tomatoes and chilli, many of them have potato. But none of these are actually native to India, these would have been brought over after the colonialisation of the Americas.
I actively used it to backup my art files onto USB, up until last year when it kept giving me error messages when I tried to update it, so I thought, screw it, manual drag and drop. I’m not sure if the amount or size of files got too big for it. Up till then, it was great for backups as it would automatically detect what had been updated and only transfer those files.
I’m like that with violent scenes, even though I know it’s fake and no one is getting hurt, I still get highly distressed. I wasn’t always like that, it got to that point more in my late 20s I think. I can play fighting games and such like just fine, although the bit in Witcher 3 when one of the women gets her face slammed on a table made me upset.
I’m a lot like that too. An article about a person I never knew dying can leave my heart aching days, weeks or even years later. I see a stranger crying and I start to cry too. And yet other things can leave me feeling nothing. My mum is in severe pain from terminal cancer and there are moments when it gets to me, but other times I feel almost nothing and I can’t tell if it’s because I’m just a heartless cow or I’m doing a really good job blocking it out (schizoid skills ftw).
I have three yahoo email accounts I still use, the oldest from about 1997 and surprisingly, the spam folder on that one rarely gets anything. (The other two are leftovers from when you had to get a yahoo account to make a geocities site). I really like the disposable addresses. Luckily I signed up back when you could have 10 on one of them. Then they ditched it for free users, but brought it back with the three limit. But I got to keep my 10.
Excite was my jam though. I was sad when I lost my excite accounts.
If you got one question wrong in Bamboozle, you had to start all the way from the beginning.
I used to love his books as a kid. It was only as an adult that I realised that torturing and murdering children was his favourite theme in his kids books.
I work in a bike shop and my colleagues like to poke fun at my 13" kids mountain bike that I use to commute. But you know what, over 3 years, even after riding over glass bottles and thorny branches and who knows what, no puncture so far. All I’ve had to do is change my brake cable, just did a chain and freewheel replacement last week (probably cos I don’t wash it as often as I should) and a brake pad replacement cos the ones it came with on the v brake was the cheap sort that screamed.
They keep telling me to upgrade to a aluminium frame hybrid, I’m like, why?
Yeah, depersonalization is common in us schizoids.
It’s common for schizoids, for example. Personally, I’ve noticed that it’s more likely to happen the more social contact I’ve had. Generally I feel a disconnect with my reflection and if I need to look in the mirror when getting dressed or doing my hair I just avoid eye contact. .
At work, if I catch my reflection in a shiny bolt or something while I’m working on a bike, I flinch and have to look away, it makes me feel so uncomfortable.
I also get that floating feeling when having to talk to customers, like it’s not me and I’m observing someone else from a distance.
It’s fun asking kids, if 100 is knowing everything and zero is knowing nothing, how much do you know? And they’ll answer something like 80 or 90.
Then you ask them how many words they know in the dictionary. Then you ask how many words they know in other languages. And then they realise they don’t know much at all and agree the answer is something more like 0.0000000000001. (needs more zeros)
The thing about London is we don’t actually like other people. I use tube, bus, bike or walk, but I hate using the bus, we get a lot of antisocial people, whether it’s the random ranter, the drunk, the person who practically sits on you, the one who feels the need to shout on their phone, the one playing music out loud, the one trying to pick a fight with everyone. That’s not to mention the molesters. Even though I’ll never get a car (through choice), I totally understand why people would choose to drive, especially women.
I only have to make one return trip by public transport a week for my food shop, as I cycle to work, but I used to take the tube in my last job, and when finishing at rush hour, it was awful. I’d have to wait for about 5 trains to go by before I could get on one, and then I’d have my face in someone else’s pit and once had a guy use the crowd as an excuse to grab my bum. Also had a man fall asleep on me, just gross. Public transport can be a horrible experience in London.
20° heatwave? It’s 33° tomorrow and I’ll be cycling.
Shamelessly stolen from I can’t remember.
Before the Ukraine invasion, I used to be able to do my weekly shop for under a fiver. Maybe £8ish if I was stocking up on store cupboard stuff. It’s more than doubled since then.